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You live in pastures of gold

There is a gentle breeze on this day
The sun permeates your wings this afternoon

And I can see the light in your shadow
There seems a tint of blue in your tracings
And my imagination is fire

Seeing your veiled evocative silhouette

How is it you tantalise
Why do you matter so much
Why do you paint my horizons with joy
What is this end I dream of
Why is there so much hope in no more
Why is the dream 0f conclusion
Appeal to my fancy

I love the feeling of silk on your shoulder
I caress the joy and beauty in our last moment
Beauty before death
Beauty before no more
Such ecstatic joy
Yet what if I had to do this with you
I simple couldn't